Winters without intervals.
You were always walking fast.
Enough distance to see you…and Vinnie always on your right.
I never stopped trying to understand you.
Were you rushing. Were you escaping.
Suffocating, toxic, unconditional.
The love you gave me.
Germany 1994. I got lost in the tall grass and I couldn’t see you.
The first time I stopped feeling fearless. I was only 8.
Today I’m walking in the fields. The grass will soon turn into hay. My heavy boots crushing blades.
The love you gave me.
The love I will always demand.
Unconditional,
Toxic…
Suffocating.
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Author:
Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2023 05:29
- Comment from author about the poem: A letter to my mother.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I like the title 'blades of grass ..'
The things that shouldn’t hurt…💜
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